Finn was just getting more and more worried about Poe but he didn't show it. The other hardly needed more people treating him like that. If anything, he needed some responsibility or something. Anything to get his mind off of all this if only for a moment.

When he heard the car and Poe didn't immediately come in, Finn got... even more concerned. It took him a moment to peak out the right window only to find Poe with a hatchet, looking several different shades of pissed.

Should he approach? His fingers drummed on the wall for a second, caught on indecision... "Ah, fuck it," he murmured, opening the back door and hovering near the house. Not that he didn't trust Poe, but he wasn't planning on getting close while the other was angrily swinging that thing around. "What happened?"